Chapter 451 Princess Yuyao's Dance
Everyone's eyes were once again focused on this mysterious foreign princess, full of anticipation.
Yan Shixu's gaze also fell on her, and after a moment, he slowly nodded.
"The princess has a heart. Accurate."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."
Yu Yao bowed again, her eyes moving, and the corners of her lips under the veil seemed to curl up.
The sound of stringed instruments began, but the melody was not the elegant and graceful one commonly seen in Dayan music. Instead, it had a rhythm that was unique to the Western Regions, lingering and sad, yet also implied with passionate wildness.
Princess Yuyao turned around and walked into the open space in the hall, tapping her bare feet lightly, and her waist swayed like a willow in the wind.
Her dance moves are bold and enchanting, quite different from the reserved and restrained style of Dayan's dance.
The golden-red dance dress flew up as she spun rapidly, like a burning flame.
The eyes beneath the red-gold veil are bright and shining, and the movement of the eyes carries a kind of primitive and wild charm that strikes the heart.
Every time she raises her arms, every time she turns her body, every time she taps her toes and twists her waist, the golden bells on her wrists and ankles emit a clear and pleasant "ding-ling" sound.
The ringing sound is not chaotic, but is exquisitely integrated into every beat of the music, forming a strange resonance.
It seemed as if the bell sound itself was an indispensable part of the music, and it even gradually overwhelmed the stringed instruments.
"Ding-ling-ling... Ding-ling-ding..."
The sound of the bell penetrates the barrier of stringed instruments, penetrates into everyone's eardrum with incredible clarity, and reaches deep into their hearts.
Some young officials with less concentration began to have blurred and distracted eyes, and their faces involuntarily revealed expressions of intoxication and obsession.
Their eyes followed the enchanting red shadow in the field, completely forgetting where they were. All they could see was the swirling golden red and the tinkling magic sound.
The breathing of several royal family members who were fond of pursuing women became faster, and their fingers holding the wine glasses tightened slightly.
The entire hall was filled with an eerie, mind-shaking atmosphere, as if shrouded in an invisible net.
Wen Li'er sat upright on the phoenix throne, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Zhao Zhao in her arms had his brows tightly furrowed, as if he was upset by the incessant ringing of the bell.
She snuggled into her mother's arms again and covered her ears with one of her little hands.
"Mother, this ringing sound is too loud."
Wen Li'er hugged her daughter, her eyes closely following Princess Yuyao's dance steps, alarm bells ringing in her heart.
To children, the sound of the bells is pure noise, but to adults, it is extremely charming and makes them lose their minds.
She also had a golden bell, which she kept in the golden turtle.
When His Majesty had sex with her, he often liked to tie that thing around her ankles.
Every time His Majesty heard the sound of the bell, he seemed to be particularly excited and thrilled.
In the past, I just thought it was a small, harmless hobby of Your Majesty.
But now it seems that I need to think about it carefully.
Wen Li'er leaned slightly to the side, moved closer to Yan Shixu, and whispered in a very low voice that only the two of them could hear, with a worried tone in her voice:
"Your Majesty... I remember an old item. When Xiaoxiao was little, you gave it to him to play with. Later, I traded it for a slingshot. Do you still remember the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant? The golden bell tied to it seems to be exactly the same as the one worn by Princess Yuyao..."
Yan Shixu was concentrating on watching the dance on the stage, trying to distinguish the strangeness of the bell sound.
Wen Li'er's warm breath brushed against her ear, carrying with it her familiar fragrance.
This was supposed to be the most ordinary intimacy between husband and wife, but at this moment, amidst the strange ringing atmosphere that filled the hall...
Suddenly, without any warning, a heat surged up in Yan Shixu's body, as if an impatient fire was burning in his blood.
His mouth suddenly became dry, and he almost lost his composure and reached out to embrace the queen beside him.
This feeling came too quickly, causing him to feel a sudden sense of alarm and frown.
His strong self-control instantly suppressed the evil fire, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
He calmly glanced at the ministers below who had intoxicated expressions and burning gazes, and finally locked his eyes firmly on the dancing Princess Yuyao.
So, there is indeed something wrong with the golden bell!
This strange thing that can confuse people's minds and stimulate lust had quietly entered the Dayan Palace many years ago.
Yan Shixu turned his head and gave Wen Li'er a soothing look, then looked at Yongtai who was standing behind the throne.
Yongtai leaned closer and then he said in a very low voice:
"Quickly investigate how the Nine Heavens Ring, which I took from the Queen's Palace, ended up in my private vault. Find out the time, the source, and the person who handled it."
Yongtai's expression froze. He bowed and accepted the order, then quietly left the hall.
But Tiantian's eyes were not attracted by the enchanting dance.
He only keenly caught the momentary freeze of his father and the solemn and worried expression on his mother's face as she leaned in to whisper.
He also fell into deep thought, his brows slightly furrowed. His gaze lingered for a moment on Princess Yuyao and the equally enchanting dancers behind her, then retracted.
The marks on his palms had long since healed, but during this period, he had depicted those marks in his mind countless times, pondering their deep meaning.
Is the message left by "Yan Xingtian" related to the Western Yu Kingdom?
At the end of the dance, Princess Yuyao was breathing heavily, her cheeks were flushed under her veil, and her eyes were full of charm.
She bowed to the throne, her voice containing a perfectly measured breath:
"Yuyao, thank you for your humble performance. I hope this heart and this dance can reach the ears of Heaven, praying for a speedy recovery for the Empress Dowager, and protecting the peace and prosperity of Dayan, and a long and prosperous future."
There was warm applause and praise in the hall.
Many ministers seemed to have just woken up from a dream, with a blush of intoxication still lingering on their faces, recalling the captivating dance and magical music just now.
"The princess's dance is exquisite and her prayers are heartfelt. The Queen and I are grateful."
Yan Shixu's voice was still calm, but his eyes were as sharp as before. He passed Yu Yao, lingered on the dancers behind her for a moment, and then moved away.
"Give me wine."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your reward."
Yu Yao took the golden cup offered by the palace maid, and caught a glimpse of the empress on the throne, who was lowering her head and gently comforting the frowning little princess in her arms.
The young prince, with his eyes as sharp as torches, was looking at him thoughtfully.
She sneered in her heart, and an imperceptible curve appeared at the corner of her mouth under the veil.
The first step is to confuse their eyes and ears and disturb their minds, and results have been seen.
Next, it’s time to find the “fulcrum” that can truly change the overall situation.
The banquet came to an end in an atmosphere that was lively and noisy on the surface but tense inside.
When the delegation said goodbye, Princess Yuyao and her maids left Qide Palace gracefully.
The crisp "ding-ling" sound seemed to still linger in the ears of some excited people in the hall, and could not be shaken off.
Wen Li'er looked at their departing backs and let out a sigh.
She lowered her head and looked at Zhao Zhao who was sleeping soundly in her arms, then looked at Mu Mu Miao Miao and Tian Tian who were trying hard to stay awake but couldn't hide their sleepiness, and finally cast a worried look at her husband beside her.
Yan Shixu held her hand with his broad and warm hands, conveying silent comfort.
"Follow me to the Purple Palace." He said in a deep voice.
Wen Li'er nodded and signaled Nanny Qin, Hua Zhan, Qiu Ying and others to carefully escort the children back to Pineapple Palace to rest.
She herself left with Yan Shixu.
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